by Arcassin Burnham

Don't,
Tell me,
You fell,
In love,
It only makes it worse,
Only if we fall in love,
To deliver a dream to god,
I love,
Mmmmm,
I love,
The thing you possess most,
The thing that you bleed over,
When heartbreak has its host,
Blood all on my fingers,
Temperature Rising,
I just couldn't cope,
I love your smile,
The walk you talk,
Puts my in disarray,
Making several vital signs hoping that you'll stay.